everyone was singin' in a minor key
Hey, Internet! I have accomplished ALL THE THINGS: two grad school assignments, the washing of bedding, making my bed, cleaning the bathroom, and mopping the entire upstairs. I also decided at the last minute to run away to NYC with pocky_slash for the long weekend, so I guess I have proof that I can be responsible and still have fun or whatever.
On Friday, we saw the lovely Seth Glier sing his heart out despite being sick. It was a free concert and we brought cans of food for the homeless. He ended the concert by turning off all the lights and having the audience sing "Let It Be" with him. Tiny hippie of my heart, y/y? ♥ (Okay, the concert ended with him re-playing a song that didn't record correctly, but whatever.) Saturday featured the Charles Xavier Walking Tour of Manhattan, which means I spent a million dollars on YA books, had a fantastic bagel, ate THE BEST CUPCAKE EVER, and stared at some bridges. We also decided, based on this Twitter status, that the Arthur Christmas movie is a documentary about Arthur Darvill playing with his cat, as narrated by James McAvoy.
There was, of course, much discussing of mutants and their faces. I'm fairly certain that I promised to write a fic in which Erik poses as a dentist to get information on his next target. (Why? Because he is terrible at espionage.) Then there is the unwritten fic in which Charles and Erik get married as old men and return to the mansion, but Scott is terribly confused and keeps rescuing Charles from places like the breakfast table because MAGNETO IS THERE, GUYS. Charles is like, "I thought being rescued from my yearly kidnapping to Hawaii was bad enough, but really, Scott?" (Disclaimer: I make fun of Scott with great love and affection. He's just... Scott.) I also introduced pocky_slash to the best terrible Charles/Erik vid of all time. Yes, it is set to "As Long As You Love Me." Charles doesn't care that you're a Holocaust survivor, as long as you love him. Can You Feel the Love Tonight? is a damn close second in terrible/wonderful, though.
In conclusion, I shouldn't be allowed on the Internet, or in New York City, apparently.
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On Friday, we saw the lovely Seth Glier sing his heart out despite being sick. It was a free concert and we brought cans of food for the homeless. He ended the concert by turning off all the lights and having the audience sing "Let It Be" with him. Tiny hippie of my heart, y/y? ♥ (Okay, the concert ended with him re-playing a song that didn't record correctly, but whatever.) Saturday featured the Charles Xavier Walking Tour of Manhattan, which means I spent a million dollars on YA books, had a fantastic bagel, ate THE BEST CUPCAKE EVER, and stared at some bridges. We also decided, based on this Twitter status, that the Arthur Christmas movie is a documentary about Arthur Darvill playing with his cat, as narrated by James McAvoy.
There was, of course, much discussing of mutants and their faces. I'm fairly certain that I promised to write a fic in which Erik poses as a dentist to get information on his next target. (Why? Because he is terrible at espionage.) Then there is the unwritten fic in which Charles and Erik get married as old men and return to the mansion, but Scott is terribly confused and keeps rescuing Charles from places like the breakfast table because MAGNETO IS THERE, GUYS. Charles is like, "I thought being rescued from my yearly kidnapping to Hawaii was bad enough, but really, Scott?" (Disclaimer: I make fun of Scott with great love and affection. He's just... Scott.) I also introduced pocky_slash to the best terrible Charles/Erik vid of all time. Yes, it is set to "As Long As You Love Me." Charles doesn't care that you're a Holocaust survivor, as long as you love him. Can You Feel the Love Tonight? is a damn close second in terrible/wonderful, though.
In conclusion, I shouldn't be allowed on the Internet, or in New York City, apparently.
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